[Intro]
What the Fok, boy Awaken in the shadows, eyes wide with you watching me sleep in the witching hour of the deep dark early morning with no lights go Beep beep Fok! Fok Fok!
[Verse]
I be made from all of the years of the pain. And you? Dude you already knew my name. Why you still rabbit hole lingering? That shit you won’t quit man’s got ya jeetering. Yeah now go FOK! FOK! FOK ! I question whether I be truly.. going.. insane this shit be teetering
Oh I Be Your Enemy. Aha, my peach tho maybe yo frenemy how you still be haunting my heal How the hell’d you slip out them bars of steal? Specially after that kids death for real, may as well of just been his mamas heart to kill .
[Pre Chorus]
You say you’re coming for me? Ant even gotta clue, What the Fok do you think your due? Nah think it’s time, yeah end of the story is long overdue. I’m past your reach. Soak up three lessons im finna teach. Yeah I miss feedlin ya fill my gut, (feminine HMPH) make my flower gush then I pop off in a rush, done now betta FOK.! FOK! FOK! ..
[Chorus]
Eyy--lil FOK-Boy- tool, can’t help you done and broke the rule. And hey daddy what we had intimately will Neva be replaced, I can still cum on yo face. gimme that pace, better mind yo manners tho might suffocate in place. Sorry daddy, but that’s all that it can be, can’t get no trust pulled up outta me. You owe me too much I get that dick for free.
Keep yo Fok Stash of whomever they may be. Cuz when it’s all said and done all they gonna taste is me haha
[Verse]
Thought we use to be running from raptors in the grass, come to realize though, it was you that be runnin em. All in disguise,
That’s right I’m still sexy n classy. Just a bit more sassy. If you don’t know just ask me. Got that poof green hit blue eyes glassy. I don’t fok round that’s trashy. Think you run this shit boy? (Whistles) come here lassie!
[Outro]
Get it one more time n Fok! Fok! Fok! Hmph! Close your mouth shut. I’ll make you my rut, no cum on my face blue gutted, drop of hip make you all jutted, yeah I’m that fairer, that S-F-L-G trust my body be barer. Eyy cuz I’ll be your huckle-bearer. Ey ey yeahh—ahh-ahhh Fok Fok Fok!